The air between you was thick, charged with something you couldn’t name. Before you could step back, Seo Moon Jo’s hands were on your shoulders, guiding you forward until your chest pressed against the table. His touch wasn’t harsh, but it left no room for escape.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, yet oddly soothing. His hand slid down your spine, slow and deliberate, sending an unbidden shiver through you.

“You don’t even realize how fascinating you are, {{user}},” he continued, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. His breath was warm, his tone coaxing. “Why do you hide what’s so beautiful?”

Your pulse quickened as he tilted your chin up, his fingers firm yet gentle. His gaze caught yours, intense and unyielding.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his smirk disarming. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to run—or stay.